I left her asleep.

Why don't you ring her up.

You know my number." "All right," said Neville, shortly, and went out.
When he first tried to ring her up the wire was busy.

It was a party wire, yet a curious uneasiness set him pacing the studio, smoking, brows knitted, until he decided it was time to try again.
This time he recognised her distant voice: "Hello--hello! _Is_ that you, Mr.Neville ?" "Valerie!" "Oh, it _is_ you, Kelly?
I hoped you would call me up.

I _knew_ it must be _you_!" "Yes, it is.